I was sitting in my office when I heard Jack crying over the monitor. I ran to the nursery to pick him up out of the crib after his nap. After I changed him, I carried him downstairs to grab some baby food and feed him lunch.

"Hanna," Caleb said shutting the door behind him.

"In the kitchen," I called out.

"Hi," he smiled dropping his briefcase on the counter.

"Where you just at the office?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he breathed. "I just had to go take care of some stuff for next week."

"You've been at the office a lot," I told him. "Late nights and weekends. I feel like I never see you."

"Aren't you working on the weekends too?" he asked. "What were you doing while Jack was napping?"

"At least my office is here," I retorted. "It's not like I'm neglecting my duty as a mother in order to work."

"Is that what you think?" he yelled at me. "You think I'm a bad father?"

"Can we not fight," I pleaded strapping Jack into his high chair. "I just want to have a nice day with my family."

"Okay," he sighed taking a seat.

"Are you still going to the gallery opening with me on Friday?" I asked.

"I can't," he told me. "I have to work late."

"Again?" I groaned. "I bought a new dress for this."

"You buy a new dress for everything," he mocked me.

"Caleb," I was offended. "This is our first night out together in months."

"I know," he told me, "but I really need to finish this project before we can move on."

"What am I supposed to do?" I pleaded. "I made plans for this and everything. I already confirmed our RSVP."

"Just take one of your friends," he said. "Aria would love to go to that."

"What has gotten into you lately?" I groaned. "It's like you don't even care anymore."

"Don't give me that," he yelled. "I am working my ass off to support this family. You can't get mad at me for skipping a gallery opening."

"You know what," I spat back as he walked away. "Screw you Caleb!"

I turned back to continue feeding Jackson and then he gave me the biggest surprise of my life.

"Skwew ewe Kylib," Jackson giggled. Those were his first words. I didn't know whether to be excited about this milestone or be upset that he used foul language. It's not like he knew what he was actually saying.

"All set," Samara said as she finished tailoring my dress.

"Thanks," I smiled standing up.

"So his first words were really 'screw you Caleb?'" Emily asked.

"Don't even remind me," I told her. I didn't have to worry about Jackson keeping up with his inappropriate language because as soon as he started talking he couldn't stop. He had long surpassed that slip of the tongue and now he was using complete sentences that were more suited for his age.

"Where is the little guy anyway?" Samara asked.

"Sleeping," I told them. "Are you sure you guys can't come to the opening with me."

"I wish but my boss has me working late," Samara teased.

"What are you talking about?" I asked. "I don't have anything for you."

"I'm working on a surprise," she told me.

"Is that why you missed Jackson's birthday party?" I asked.

"Kind of," she replied. "I have an idea I want to run by you."

"Shit," I glanced at the clock. "Sam, I'd love to hear it but I need to go. I'm already super late."

"It's fine," she said with a hint of sadness. "We can talk later."

"What about tomorrow?" I offered. "Brunch meeting. You can tell me all about it."

"That'd be great," she smiled.

I took that as my opportunity to say goodbye to both girls and grab my purse before heading to the gallery on Robertson. Caleb was still working and my mom was sleeping in the nursery in case Jackson woke up. I arrived at the gallery just as it was starting to fill up and I made my way to find my friend Janie who put the event together.

"Hanna!" she gushed when she saw me.

"Everything looks amazing, Janie," I told her.

"Thanks," she smiled. "I need to make the rounds but why don't you grab a drink and I'll meet up with you later."

"Sure," I replied before making my way to the bar. I locked eyes with the bartender and gave him my order: a glass of champagne. He poured it quickly and handed it to me.

"Hanna Rivers?" I heard a voice from behind me.

"Jason?" I turned around to find one of my former male models looking amazing in his designer suit.

"I haven't seen you in ages," he laughed.

"We should catch up," I smiled following him to a bench near one of the installations where we took a seat. We sat for hours discussing our lives and everything that had happened in the last two years since we'd seen each other.

"I can't believe you have a baby," he laughed. "You're like two years younger than me."

"He's everything to me," I replied.

"Where's his dad?" Jason asked. "Shouldn't he be accompanying you?"

"Working," I said downing my third glass of champagne. "He's always working."

"You sound a little bitter," he told me.

"A bit," I grinned then I caught sight of my watch. "Shoot, I need to get going. I have a meeting tomorrow morning."

"Always working," he teased. "That's the Hanna I always knew."

"I love your idea," I told Samara after she had explained her new concept of starting a line of clothes that are tailored for different body types. "Why don't you put together a formal presentation for Monday and we can get the ball moving."

"Thank you!" she smiled. "Thanks for this opportunity."

"Of course!" I told her. "You're a huge part of this company."

"Well, I better go," she laughed, "if I'm going to finish this presentation."

We said goodbye and I went home to and empty house. My mom was out with Jackson at the park and Caleb was working, again. I did some work around my office and an hour later Caleb came in.

"Did you even come home last night?" I asked him.

"Can you hold off on the firing squad?" he asked. "I need to get some sleep."

"No," I stopped him. "What is going on with us? We never see each other and we're both always working. This isn't normal."

"What do you suggest we do about it?" he asked.

"Can you stop acting like a jerk for two minutes?" I asked. "I want to work this out."

"I can't deal with this right now," he said grabbing his stuff. "I'm staying in a hotel tonight."

"Really?" I yelled as he walked toward the door. "Do you always run when things get scary?"